To the divine, mischievous spark in you
In summer, she discards her shoes.
Barefoot as a newborn babe, wanders through the Barrows. Transient and ethereal as a ghost herself, the naturalist floats from mound to mound, stopping at each to briefly sketch out the arching doorways, the chips and stones and plant life and creatures that make them all unique. Someone must document the dead, after all, and in the warm months Poppy has taken it upon herself to be the Barrow's keeper.
She perches, now, on a wind-smoothed stone, soaking in what summer sun can permeate the mist. The white linen shirt she's chosen to wear is already stained by grass and dirt; her blue shorts hitch around her knees, revealing bare legs as slender as a bird's. Her notebook lies open on her lap: a half-finished sketch of the nearest barrow has been briefly abandoned in favor of lunch, apple and cheese and honey and bread out on a napkin beside her.
Humming contentedly to herself, Poppy begins to slice the fruit. She may be a heathen in many ways, but that doesn't stop her from wanting her food to be appropriately assembled, thank you very much.
Barefoot as a newborn babe, wanders through the Barrows. Transient and ethereal as a ghost herself, the naturalist floats from mound to mound, stopping at each to briefly sketch out the arching doorways, the chips and stones and plant life and creatures that make them all unique. Someone must document the dead, after all, and in the warm months Poppy has taken it upon herself to be the Barrow's keeper.
She perches, now, on a wind-smoothed stone, soaking in what summer sun can permeate the mist. The white linen shirt she's chosen to wear is already stained by grass and dirt; her blue shorts hitch around her knees, revealing bare legs as slender as a bird's. Her notebook lies open on her lap: a half-finished sketch of the nearest barrow has been briefly abandoned in favor of lunch, apple and cheese and honey and bread out on a napkin beside her.
Humming contentedly to herself, Poppy begins to slice the fruit. She may be a heathen in many ways, but that doesn't stop her from wanting her food to be appropriately assembled, thank you very much.
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